A/N

Sort of a continuation of the previous chapter, but I felt it needed its own chapter.

Also: Asami is a bit OOC. Just a heads up.

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Mako sighed as he left the gym; he hated to have Korra leave upset. He ran his fingers through his hair as he walked out into the sunlight. He saw Asami waiting and strode over to her, an almost forced half-smile on his face.

"Hey Asami." Mako wrapped his right arm around her, pulling her into a side hug. She turned and hugged him back.

"Hey honey, how was practice?"

"Fine. It was fine." Mako tensed up slightly, he still hadn't gotten used to the pet names. It didn't help that he'd lied about practice either. Asami noticed that he was slightly uncomfortable, but left it alone. She didn't want to end up fighting with him.

"Mm, okay. Where to today?" She threaded her arm around his, looking up at him again.

"I don't know, I hadn't thought about it." He shrugged a little; he had other things on his mind. Well. Only Korra, really, but still. Things. He almost desperately wanted to find her and apologize, and tell her how he really felt. He sighed, feeling mixed up.

"Are you alright Mako? Your mind seems to be elsewhere today…" She ran her hand down his arm, and then gripped his hand lightly.

"Yeah, yeah, it just that Korra and I fought earlier." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair and looked at her with burning amber eyes.

"So? You two fight all the time. It shouldn't upset you that much." Asami looked at him with eyebrows raised. Mako looked at her in surprise; she usually didn't act so… uncaring?

"Yeah, well, I care about Korra and she just seemed so hurt and pissed." Mako drew his arm away from her, not feeling in a touchy-feely mood at the moment.

"She'll get over it." Asami rolled her eyes, not wanting to hear about her anymore.

"Really Asami?" He tensed up a little more, a bit of anger hinting in his words.

"Come on, Mako. Just forget about her, she's only caused you problems lately." Asami crosses her arms and glares at him, not knowing how he feels about her.

"No she hasn't, Asami. Sure, she's headstrong and likes to have her way, but it's been working out so far… I mean, in the end. And she's a great person, fun, intelligent and athletic…" Mako keeps his tone even and soft, thinking about Korra. Finally hearing himself say what he loved about Korra fully convinced him that he shouldn't be with Asami. He gazed over at her, seeing her glaring, lips pursed and having a tense look about her. He knew the look in her eyes meant she knew what was coming.

"Fine, Mako. You two are perfect for each other anyway." Asami stressed the word 'perfect' with icy sarcasm and rolled her eyes again, obviously not happy. She turned on her heels and walked off without another word or any reason. Mako stood and watched her leave, half satisfied, half concerned that this would blow up in his face.

The only thing now is to survive telling everyone what I just did. He laughed a little, but he wasn't really kidding.

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A/N

Short, but I thought it was necessary.

Another weekend without internet or TV… oh joy.

Won't be able to post another chapter until next Tuesday night.